The way it feels when I listen to...

Queen in the middle of the night; desperately "kitsch" and yet... Funny as it seems, it brings back memories of:

- my dad, always and often, who hopelessly looked like Freddy Mercury on one of the very very few pictures I have of him. When I hear Mercury I think I listen to the songs my father liked and danced on, although there is still no excuse for the "kitsch-ness" of it as for listening to it in 2011,

- the movie Philadelphia, because Mercury was one of the first public victims of aids,

- ... a trip to Wicklow Mountains in a car with three Italian friends, amongst whom a couple in crisis and an apprentice monk.

- my mum rolling her eyes and muttering "this is SO old-fashioned, I used to listen to that when I was 17" and me so wishing I could have been 17 in 1977.